The room he was in was clean, to say the least. Hoshikata saw not even a speck of dust, not a single errant strand of hair. Whoever was cleaning this place was either a tyrant on their workers, or had a method of madness he had not seen before to keeping it spotless. Much like the rest of the village he had seen, the tower left him with a sense of emptiness, as if the people were simply temporary passengers in the ride of life, and not the permanent residents they thought themselves to be. It would have been a spine chilling revelation if he hadn't encountered worse already.
The walk through the village had been an interesting one for the man in black, for he had never seen a shinobi village quite like this one. Mist had been inside the crater of a dormant volcano on a massive lake, open for all to tourism and visiting. There had been little security. Cloud was similarly an open place, while there was security it was rather lax and in truth laughable. But Sand was truly hidden from all down in the earth, and the security certainly was impressive. Oh he could have easily ghosted through most of it but he was here to be a diplomat and not a terrorist.
The people went about their business, but naturally there were a few stares as the golden man walked through them to his goal. The directions had been clear, and even had they not the guards escorting him would have likely made sure he did not stray too far from them. As he admired the sight of the square grounds with the four pyramids of bronze, he knew his goal was in that tower betwixt them.
The sound of his staff would create a soft chink as the blue crystal cap tapped on the glassy floors. His first thought was how bright it was due to the platinum coloring of the floor and walls. He second had been about how clean it was. He had a feeling that the man he was here to meet, the one referred to as Lord Takahashi, would be an interesting character.
Hoshikata wore the same outfit as he had during his meeting with the sentinel at the gates. A flowing black robe with the hood down to reveal a mane of long white hair, with black boots to match. His skin was golden in color, a deep dark color that was inhuman in its nature. And his eyes matched, a bright golden like molten metal with the pupils in an unnatural shape of hourglasses. In one hand he held a staff as long as he was tall, capped at the bottom with a pointed blue crystal and at the top with four talons holding a clear globe. Inside that globe, a rainbow of colors would twist and swirl about.
For a moment he considered announcing himself, then decided against it. They knew he was here.
The walk through the village had been an interesting one for the man in black, for he had never seen a shinobi village quite like this one. Mist had been inside the crater of a dormant volcano on a massive lake, open for all to tourism and visiting. There had been little security. Cloud was similarly an open place, while there was security it was rather lax and in truth laughable. But Sand was truly hidden from all down in the earth, and the security certainly was impressive. Oh he could have easily ghosted through most of it but he was here to be a diplomat and not a terrorist.
The people went about their business, but naturally there were a few stares as the golden man walked through them to his goal. The directions had been clear, and even had they not the guards escorting him would have likely made sure he did not stray too far from them. As he admired the sight of the square grounds with the four pyramids of bronze, he knew his goal was in that tower betwixt them.
The sound of his staff would create a soft chink as the blue crystal cap tapped on the glassy floors. His first thought was how bright it was due to the platinum coloring of the floor and walls. He second had been about how clean it was. He had a feeling that the man he was here to meet, the one referred to as Lord Takahashi, would be an interesting character.
Hoshikata wore the same outfit as he had during his meeting with the sentinel at the gates. A flowing black robe with the hood down to reveal a mane of long white hair, with black boots to match. His skin was golden in color, a deep dark color that was inhuman in its nature. And his eyes matched, a bright golden like molten metal with the pupils in an unnatural shape of hourglasses. In one hand he held a staff as long as he was tall, capped at the bottom with a pointed blue crystal and at the top with four talons holding a clear globe. Inside that globe, a rainbow of colors would twist and swirl about.
For a moment he considered announcing himself, then decided against it. They knew he was here.